Sorry for the mistake. This is the real chapter 7
Friday, Recess
Love
"Can we talk?" Some girls around his seat glare at me.
"Sure." He drops the acoustic guitar and follows me outside the room. I hate it when students look at us like that. Eyes wide, mouth open, whispering to each other. I stop walking in an empty hallway.
"Did you tell Mimi?"
"I'm gonna be honest, like I always am with you... I did."
I blink slowly and cross my arms. "I thought it was between us only."
"She deserves to know. She's your best friend."
I know that. She's my best friend. Not yours. "I could've told her myself."
"Then why didn't you?"
I don't know, why'd you tell her? "I wasn't ready."
"But I was. So I told her."
"You don't get it. Those were my feelings, Yamato."
"They were my feelings too. I mean, I know it mostly involved you and him, but I told her about how I felt too... My side of the story."
"..." I sigh and glance at his fisted hands. Still. Of all people, Mimi. I didn't know they were close enough for him to open up to her.
"Are you going to apologize to Mimi?"
"If she talks to me."
He licks his lips. "She cried yesterday."
"What?" My eyes widen out of concern.
He runs a hand through hos hair. "... Look, I thought we were over being uptight about the breakup like this."
"We are."
"Are you? Then losen up more. Forgive and forget. We're still best friends Sora, but we also have an obligation as Mimi's friend."
Courage
"You've got some guts to run as a junior." The secretary adjusts her glasses.
"Yeah I get that a lot." I scratch the back of my head. Rather than courage, I call it "not thinking ahead".
"It's amazing you managed to get approved."
I couldn't believe it either. "I know! The teachers actually hate me, and I think they only accepted me to watch me fail."
"You don't look like a failing type." She smirks.
I chuckle. "Thank you."
"Prove them wrong, alright?" She pats my back. "Go to the room on your right."
I nod and follow her direction. I gulp when I see just seniors inside. They look at me then at each other. Some were laughing, some were just shocked, and some didn't care. I take a seat on the corner near the door. It's going to be okay. Stay positive. I shift in my seat when the door creaks, revealing a slightly bald man with double chins as he smiles wearing large square glasses that look like their about to fall off his nose. Principal Shiroyuki. He widens his eyes and purses his lips, seeing me. I goofily grin at him. He walks to the podium in front of us, poking the mic.
"Ah, my dear candidates," I sense a boring speech coming. "Every year the faculty board allows qualified, trustworthy and wise students to step up and join the Student Council. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, and one representative for each year level...
Friday, 4:28 pm
Sincerity
Never mind I'll find someone like you, oh -"Kazuki, a lower note please."
I wish nothing but the best, for you, too -"Haruka, prolong your voice."
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said -"Shizuku, I can hear your voice crackling."
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah -"Mitsuru, don't slur."
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead -"Shinji, why'd you change pitches? You were doing fine... Okay, that's enough guys." Aoyama-sensei sighs and puts down her waving stick, the one that conducters use to harmonize an orchestra. She's really nice, but when it comes to music, I didn't know she was such a perfectionist.
"We need more harmony." She says. So far she's been reprimanding only the newbies, and I'm glad I was singing good enough for my name not to be mentioned. It was more intimidating by how she calls everyone by their first names.
We've sang songs by Adele in the past hour. "A lot of the newcomers need to improve on how they sing with multiple voices. Consistency, patience, and making sure the sound you make isn't too overbearing." She smiles, wrinkling her brown eyes. "But this session turned out well. You're dismissed." She turns her attention to the paperwork on her desk. The chorale members shuffle out of their seats to exit the room. I put on my backpack and head for the door. Someone stops me walking by putting their hand on my forehead.
"Hey." At the sound of his voice, cue the girls giggling at him and/or glaring at me.
"Hi." I remove his hand from my face. I continue walking in the hallway with him beside me.
"So I talked to Sora." He says.
"You did?"
He shrugs. "More like she rightfully talked to me."
"What did she say?"
He rests his arm on my shoulder. "She assumed that I told you about our breakup... So I told her that I did."
"What?!"
"I told her that I told you. I mean, that's what happened, right?"
"No... I stole your note and accidentally found about it..."
"I'd rather not she, or anyone, know about the note."
"Oh. And how'd she react?"
"She said she'll talk to you if you let her."
"It was kind of my fault."
"It was hers too."
"Still." I pout.
He shakes his head smirking. "Do you want to get ice cream?"
"Sure. If you can't guess my favorite flavour, you'll have to treat me."
"Fine. I'm betting it isn't strawberry because you're not stereotypical."
"Ew." I don't hate strawberry, I just like its color more than its taste.
"Heh. You don't seem like the chocolate type either."
"Meh."
"Vanilla?"
"Wrong. But close. Cookies and Cream. What's yours?"
"Vanilla. I was hoping we'd have the same taste."
Friendship
"So what's Michael's favorite flavor?" I recieve our tray from the counter.
"Pistachio. Which is kind of gross, for my taste." We sit in a velvet couch in a corner of the restaurant, facing each other.
"I never tried pistachio before," She gives me a look of disbelief. "The first time I saw my dad eat the flavor I thought he was eating a scoop of wasabi which made my stomach churn."
She giggles, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I like the color green, but not in ice cream. I mean green and sweet things just don't go together."
I laugh. "Green is your crest color." She nods, getting her cup from the tray, while I bite into my waffle cone, with two scoops of my flavour.
"I know." She digs into her Cookies and Cream with her spoon.
"It's my favorite color too." She cocks a brow.
"No, it's not." She furrows her eyebrows.
I chuckle. "Yes, it is. Mom didn't like blue for me and Takeru, she said it looked tacky since our eyes were already the color of the ocean. So she always dressed us up in green. We grew up with the color."
"Oh." She suddenly avoids my eyes and shifts in her seat.
"What's bothering you?"
"Nothing," I kick her feet under the table. She looks down. "I was just wondering if you miss your mom."
"Of course I do. It's no secret. After she left, I slowly stopped wearing green. Not intentionally, though... It felt like losing a really big part of me."
"I'm sorry. I'm so insensitive."
"Don't be. I don't mind answering those kind of questions." I try my best to smile tenderly at her.
"So... Do you still remember what Sora's favorite flavour is?" She grins playfully, changing the subject.
"It's impossible to forget. It's Taichi's favorite too." Chocolate chip.
She frowns and covers her face with both hands and groans. "I'm so dumb. I'm sorry to bring it up."
I snicker in amusement. "You don't have to be sorry. It's just an ice cream flavour. I have to admit, it's kind of cute because they've been eating the same flavour together for more than six years."
"I'm really sorry." She fiddles with her fingers.
"You didn't do anything. Don't mention it." She gazes into my eyes.
"You're such a nice guy, Yamato."
"Not really. I wrote a hateful note about my best friend, whom everyone loves, because I was jealous of him and sang a breakup song about how my relationship with Sora went rough because he was a distraction."
"It's because your heart was broken."
"It's also because I'm not nice," I wipe my mouth with a napkin. "What about you? What did you do from your broken heart?"
"The best I could. Ignore and backstab him." If you ask me, stuff like that will probably encourage him to hurt more people.
"Which one of us is nicer again?"
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not the aggressive type when my heart breaks. I'm more of the emotional and crying type." I wonder who else comforted her besides Sora. Though I've thought Mimi was the type who'd wreck her ex's car or something.
"I wish I could've helped you get through your breakup too."
She smiles. "It's okay. Calling Sora always made me feel better. I mean, at least I could tell someone, you know. You kept your feelings to yourself. You made them think you were okay but you really weren't."
I shrug. "No one really cared. I mean, if they ask, I tell them I'm okay, and they'd believe me. That was it. No one bothered to ask again." Just like how things were with her and Michael. "Except Takeru and Taichi. But duh, how could I tell them? Takeru's best friends with Hikari, his potential wife and the sister of you-know-who, and Taichi... Well, that's pretty much self-explanatory," She stands up and sits next to me, our thighs and arms touching. I laugh. "I'm not suicidal."
"I know. But you get hurt too."
"I'm not hurt now."
"I'm making it up to you." I ignore in my head how sitting beside me to make up for whatever it is, is cute.
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"... So I heard you broke up with Michael on Christmas Eve."
"Yup. Like you and Sora." I nod. "... Isn't that a sign?"
A side of my mouth raises. "Of what?"
"That we were supposed to comfort each other."
I pat her head, mildly messing her hair. "Nonsense. We were both broken."
She shrugs, staring at her cup. "... We could've put the parts together..." She whispers.
Courage
I was determined to leave when Principal Shiroyuki gripped my shoulder. "Yagami-san, can we talk?"
Why do you want to talk to me? "Uh, okay."
"So what made you decide to participate as a candidate?"
"I wanted to see if I could do it."
"We're not treating this event as a joke, Taichi. I didn't approve you to fool around."
"I know tha- You approved me?"
"I personally looked into your papers. Yes. I did. I wanted to see what would happen if I let a junior, more importantly, a Chosen Child run the school."
"You... You want me to win?"
"No. I just don't want you to lose because of lack of effort. I know of your abilities, Yagami. I'd appreciate if you'd do your best all the way." He pats my back. "Well, I guess I'll see you around." He walks out of the room. I realize I was the last one inside. Except for a girl behind me.
"Hi." She says, blushing, a hand waving and another one behind her.
"Hey," I wave back. She was wearing a blue necktie, large glasses between her collar. She's a bit short for a third year. The top of her head is eye to eye with my lips. Dark brown eyes and short hair in the shade of mahogany. Seems like she's hiding behind her long straight bangs, fidgeting. "Senpai, do you need anything?"
"Uh, no... Um, you're... You're Yagami Taichi, right?"
Friendship
After eating, we go to the park for a walk. "I have a question." I say, while she was staring at the ducks on the pond.
"Feel free." She replies, stepping on the brick stones beside a grass boundary.
This might be stupid. "Why'd you order your ice cream in a cup? Not a cone?"
She laughs. I knew it was a dumb question. "I just felt like it," That's what I thought. "Well actually, Michael and I used to share those huge waffle cones... So..."
"Sorry."
Then she suddenly laughs louder. "I'm joking! I'm on a diet so I laid off the extra sugar."
"Oh... What? You? On a diet?"
"I didn't join in any sports this year. I don't plan to."
"Yeah, but if anything, you look underweight."
"You sure know how to flatter a girl, huh Mr. Playboy." She crosses her arms.
"Seriously, you look as thin as Miyako, and that's not right since she's younger than you." She sticks her tongue out to me then walks to a flower bed. "Did Michael used to get you those?" I ask, pointing to the daffodils she crouched to.
She shakes her head. "Nah, he gives me white or light pink roses. Typical," She says, while caressing the flowers gently. "He never really treated me specially." I sit on the grass beside her, making sure no flowers were on the way.
"Can I ask you what made you like him?"
She smiles. "One thing I'm sure of, I didn't love him." She sits on the grass, folding her legs. "Even I'm not sure what love is."
"It's an unexplainable feeling." I say. "You'll know it when you feel it."
"That's so... Yamato-ish of you." She giggles. "Truthfully, I forgot why I started to like him."
I chuckle. I'm relieved she forgot. "That's the difference between love and like. You could forget how you came to like someone, but if you love them, you never forget the things that made you feel that way."
"Did you love my best friend?" She plucks a tulip from the ground.
"I did." I answer as she tucks the flower behind my ear and laughs. I'm grateful that she doesn't ask me how I fell, because the person I would be desrcribing wouldn't sound like Sora at all.
"It suits you, Yamato."
"Thanks. So what's your favorite flower?"
"Peonies. Do you have a favorite flower?"
"Hmm, how about Lilymon?" She laughs, clutching her stomach. "What? Don't you think she's the prettiest flower of all?" I argue.
"I didn't know you had a legitimate funny side."
"Meh. I'm only funny when I want to be."
She nudges me with a sly look. "Oh? Then why do you want to be funny when you're with me?"
I shrug. "Doesn't everyone want to make you laugh?"
Hope
I open the door and roll my eyes. "Were you with oneechan today?"
"No." He hands me back the container mom put the cookies in when we gave it to them.
I wish he'd stop denying it. "Ugh. It's so obvious." I roll my eyes.
"What?! Takeru, stop being this way." He smirks.
"Then stop showing hints!"
"What hints?!" He laughs.
"There's a plant on your damn ear." Flowers and pink. Those are enough hints.
Saturday, 9:23 am, morning shift
Love
Ding. I look up from the cash register. "Oh, it's only you."
"Ouch. You're supposed to say, welcome to the Takenouchi Flower shop! How may I help you?" He rests his hands on the desk. I roll my eyes and tend the orchids by the glass door. "I come here to see you and you ignore me?" He pouts, chocolate eyes glinting.
I smile a little. "So what brings you here?"
He shrugs. "The most beautiful flower here. Just you, really. Wanna go for a drink?" I sigh from his antics.
"I'm guessing you just jogged, from your getup." He was wearing a blue nike sleeveless top with matching black jersey shorts and his usual running sneakers.
"I'm up for a milkshake. Let's go?"
"I can't. Mom's out. No one else is here to watch the store." I say, getting the gardener supplies in a cabinet behind the counter.
"... Gimme a sec." He says, rushing out. I shake my head and sigh fondly. I start to water the plants around the room. No one's coming in yet, so I play a soft tune on loudspeaker from my ipod. Loving him is like, driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. I wipe the racks with rags in the pocket of my apron.
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall,
like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all.
The chime rings again. "I got your Cookie Crumble milkshake." He says, handing me a large plastic cup. I grin at him.
"Thanks." He sips his own drink, leaning on a rack. Losing him was blue, like I never known, "So did you talk with Mimi yesterday?"
Missing him was dark grey, all alone
"No, I didn't get to see her except for lunch, when us C.C.'s are all seated together."
Forgetting him was like, trying to know somebody you never met
"We kind of fought." Loving him was red
"What? Why?" Loving him was red
"It's just a misunderstanding. I'm going to apologize."
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
"Good. I've seen catfights in movies, and they're not pretty."
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite tune
"I swear, you watch too many chick flicks."
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
"Mainly because of my girly girl BFFs. And Hikari."
Regretting him was like wishing you never found love, but love could be that strong.
Losing him was blue like I never known,
Since when was there two of his girl BFFs? I sigh.
Missing him was dark grey all alone.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met
"Nothing." I reply. But loving him was red, oh red, burning red
"So what did you two fight over?"
Remembering him comes in flashbacks, and echoes tell us if its time now
More like who did we fight over. "Nothing in particular."
Gotta let go, but moving on from him is impossible and I still see all in my head, burning red
He scoffs. "You're so secretive, these days." Loving him was red
"Does it bother you?" Oh, losing him was blue, like I never known
"Yes! You just noticed?" He grins. Missing him was dark grey, all alone "You can tell me everything, Sora. You used to, anyways." Forgetting him was like, trying to know somebody you never met
"Things change." For one thing, I fell in love with you and dated your best friend instead.
Cause loving him was red, oh red
"I thought we promised we never would." Burning red
"I'm sorry."
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes tell myself it's time now,
"You shouldn't be. I just- I mean, what happened to us?"
Gotta let go, but moving on from his is impossible, and I still see it all in my head
Burning red "What us?" Loving him was red, oh, losing was blue like I never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
"We drifted apart... Well, sort of. We kept things more and more from each other."
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met, cause loving him was red, yeah, yeah, red
Okay, that's enough Taylor Swift in a day. "..." I turn off my ipod.
"I thought that would never happen."
"Taichi?" I walk up to him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Everything's gonna be okay." Eventually.
One side of his mouth raises. "I know. Promise me you'll tell me when your ready, though?"
"Everything." I'll tell you everything. When I'm ready.
9:54 am, meeting with Kobayashi Setsu
Friendship
"How're you doin' boys?" Our manager takes a seat beside Takashi. He wasn't wearing a random accessory, unlike before, which made him look like a creepy businessman.
"We're not boys anymore, Setsu-san." Takashi takes a sip of his Iced Americano.
"If you call us two boys, then the others are kids." I say, referring to Akira and Yutaka, who, may I point out, are still not here, since, I glance at my watch, 24 minutes ago.
Setsu smirks. "Hold on, I'll order a coffee." He says, walking to the cashier.
"We're going to tell him Mimi-chan's going to sing with us, right?" Takashi asks. I nod.
"Also we should move the release date later. And as for the music video, we still haven't found a leading lady."
"Do we really need one? It's so inconvinient." Takashi scrunches his nose.
"Setsu-san said our first video would be better and easily comprehended if the video corresponded with the lyrics of the song. In the song, there is a girl."
He stretches his neck to see the clock in the café. "How long are they gonna make us wait?"
"I'm going to kill Akira." I mutter.
"You mean like how you kill him everyday?" Setsu comes back with a cappuccino. "You know, with your sarcasm and witty comebacks."
Sincerity
"Mimi-chan, good morning." I see mom washing her hands in the kitchen, clad in her morning robe and fluffy slippers. I kiss her cheek.
"Good morning." I yawn and walk to the electric outlet to unplug my charging phone. There's a message. I rub away my morning glory.
"Are you feeling better from when you skipped school?"
"Yeah, it was just a migraine."
"Are you sure it wasn't-"
"Mom, don't worry too much. You'll get wrinkles." I give her a reassuring smile and hug her from the back.
She sighs. "Okay. Me and your father have been out for the past few days. I'm hoping you miss my cooking."
"Hmm. How about beef stroganoff and shrimp ravioli?" The first two dishes she learned how to cook in America.
"Copy that, princess." She kisses my forehead. I drift to the living room, hoping to watch an interesting show. Remembering to check, I read the text on my phone.
Can you meet me today? :)
I raise an eyebrow in confusion. This doesn't happen everyday. Usually I make the first move.
Courage
I decide to help Sora in the shop like when I usually do when I have nothing else interesting in my life. I even have my own apron. A black one with orange stitches and a sunflower patch on the chest. "You don't have to do this." Sora says, arranging the change in the register.
"Too late, I'm already wearing my uniform." I chuckle. She smiles, shaking her head. "Oh yeah, remember when the school intercom announced my name yesterday?"
"Was it about the Student Council thing?"
"Yeah. I got approved as a candidate. Then they arranged a meeting with the candidates and the principal."
"Oh. What'd he say?"
"He said we should start campaigning next week in his long speech. I also met a nice senior who awkwardly knew my name."
"Yeah, you're more popular than you think. What's his name?"
"Her." The door chime rings. A mother and her daughter walk in. "Welcome to the Takenouchi Flower shop, how may I help you?" I call out, bringing my best cashier smile. The little girl grins at me. They proceed to examine the displayed plants.
"What's her name?" Sora asks.
"Kitamura Nagisa."
11:30, Mimi's appointment
Reliability
I take a picture of the scenery in front of me with my digital camera. I sit on a log by the shore, fidgeting with the gadget while waiting for her. "Awww, you brought me coffee?" I turn around to meet the voice. She wore a white floral sundress with matching sandals and her usual pink hat.
"Yeah. Careful though. It's hot." I hand her the styrofoam cup from Starbucks.
She sniffs it, wearing an excited smile. "You remembered my favorite." I've memorized all her coffee orders. This one's a White Chocolate Mocha.
"I know how much you love caffeine."
She takes a small sip. "So why'd you wanna meet?"
"I felt like everyone's starting to steal you away from me ever since you came back."
She faces me and hooks her arm on mine. "Aww, Senpai! That's so sweet." She rubs her head on my shoulder. "But it's not like I belong to only you." She giggles, as I blush.
"Th-That's not what I meant. When you moved to America, you always called me, and we'd chat for hours, but when you came back, it's like you don't have time for me anymore." I scratch my head.
"Well it's not like you have time for me too."
I look down. "School's been keeping me pretty busy... That's sorta why I called you here... Just 'cause. I have now, you know?"
"I know." Her eyes drift to the sea in front of us.
"When you were absent in school... That... That was a panic attack, wasn't it."
She nods. I put an arm around her shoulder. "Thank you for asking, Doctor Kido."
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
"... Okay. I believe you." She doesn't lie to me. She never did. "Let's take a picture." This moment has a beautiful background for a photo. I stand up. She smiles and adjusts my camera on timer and leaves it on the log. We position ourselves in front as she rests her elbow on my shoulder. 1,2,3... Say cheese!
Friendship
"Who's this Mimi Tachikawa?" Setsu asks, when we tell him how she's going to sing with us.
"Yamato's potential lover." -Yutaka
"Yamato's best friend." -Takashi
"My potential girlfriend." -Akira
"All of them are wrong. She's just someone I met when I was younger. We have the same circle of friends, but compared to the others, we're not that close." I explain.
"Yeah, he just kisses girls on their forehead. That's not an indication of closeness." Takashi comments, pushing his straw up and down.
"Yep, that's Yamato. Randomly letting any girl touch his acoustic guitar." Yutaka rolls his eyes.
"Oh yeah, that's him. The guy who flicks me off whenever I try to hit on a pretty girl." Akira glares at me.
"Actually, Akira's right with his statement. Takashi, I kissed her to tease her. And as for the guitar, Yutaka, she needed it to sing in front of us. She did finish the song, after all. I want her name on the credits and composers once we release the album."
Setsu crosses his arms and puts on his thinking face. "Tachikawa... Tachikawa... Where have I heard that before..."
"Her dad's the CEO of a famous watch company." I say.
Setsu snaps his fingers. "A millionaire! Wow, you scored good, Yamato." I hear a very familiar giggle and another familiar voice near the counter.
"Um excuse me, I forgot to redeem my free planner." The tall familiar guy says.
"Jyou!" I call out. Two heads turn around. "Oh, you two on a date?"
Mimi walks up to me and pokes my head. "Yes. You jealous?" Akira gapes at her.
"Jyou, how do you handle this woman?" I ask him. Mimi pouts. A staff member of the café hands him a notebook of some sort.
"Eheh, we're not on a date, Yamato-kun." He sweatdrops. "I just forgot this." He raises the notebook.
"Oh. Setsu, this is Tachikawa Mimi." I grab her arm and gently pull her to my side.
"Uh, hi?" She waves her other hand to him.
"Mimi, this is the Teenage Wolves' manager, Kobayashi Setsu." I introduce him. He nods at her.
"Ah, um It's nice to meet you, Kobayashi-san."
"Same here." Setsu says. I notice Jyou fiddle with his fingers.
"Well, you two better get going. This is a band meeting." Realizing I was still holding it, I let go of her arm.
"Okay. Bye Yamato." She bows to me and the other four.
"Bye, Mimi, Jyou." I say. Jyou gives me a small smile then they head out.
"Please tell me that was not her boyfriend." Akira says, slamming the table with a hand.
"No," He sighs. "The tall guy's just in love with her." Once I finish the sentence, Takashi chokes, Yutaka's eyes widen, and Setsu clears his throat. "What?! I've known them for almost a decade. I'm positive."
"Do you think he has a chance with her?" Akira asks.
"More than you, definitely." I answer.
"But less than Yamato." Setsu says, as Yutaka and Takashi nod. Setsu locks eyes with me. "She's really pretty, you know."
I roll my eyes. "I'm not into her."
"Yep. I'll give it a year." -Setsu
"Is this a bet? How about six months?" -Yutaka
"A month for him to develop the feelings." -Takashi
"God, I'm surrounded by idiots." I whisper to myself.
"I agree," Akira says. I glance at him. "Even if she's desirable, she's still the best friend of his ex... I mean, Yamato wouldn't date an ex's best friend, which is practically her sister."
Sincerity
So why'd ya introduce me to your manager? -sent 2:37 pm to Ishida Yamato
You're gonna sing with us, right? He needs to know. -he was quick to reply.
It's not confirmed yet, remember?
Yeah, but I'm at least 80% sure you will, anyway. Were you and Jyou on a date?
I already answered that. We weren't. He just wanted to catch up. It's sort of weird because next to Sora, he's the one that calls me the most.
That's sweet. He likes you.
He does not. He's a big brother to me.
If he saw your reply he'd get hurt.
He wouldn't. I know him better than you do.
Wrong. Next to Taichi, he's my best friend.
He doesn't like me. End of discussion.
He so does. End of statement.
Why does everyone say everyone likes me?
Well not everyone, mostly the guys in our group anyway. Particularly blue and red.
Blue and Red?
Jyou and Koushiro. See what I did there, hair colors. ;)
You're dumb
X
O
Bye
Bye
Wait
What
You forgot yay
YAY
Yay
OMG stop flirting with me!
Did u just quote Augustus Waters?
I just did :P
Bye
Please. You love it. You're giggling right now.
I hate you.
You love me :)
Even when you text, you smirk? Fuckboy.
Princess :)
Don't call me that
I can be your prince. They called you princess karaoke right? Can I be your prince rockstar?
That is the worst pun ever.
Besides. It'll never work out.
Says who?
Well, you know how princes go for the peasants in fairy tales. Princesses need knights.
This isn't a fairy tale. In real life, the princess always, always, ends up with the prince. You know why?
Why?
Because the princess and the prince are always on opposite sides of a red string of FATE (also arranged marriages which technically the same thing)
I honestly don't know what to say.
Yeah me too. Ok I'll see ya tomorrow x
Bye for real x
